The Growth of the Giant Villain [Transmigration Book]

"There are so many people who blackmail you, did your father or other family members wipe your butt?"

Dianyi flicked the screen, shook her head obediently, "No."

Ji Ran continued to ask: "Do you think they will?"

Dianyi lowered her eyes, clutching the phone in her hand, looking a little absent-minded, "No."

"Since you want to have the right to speak in the Dian family, then prove your worth first. You have to label yourself as the Dian family who needs your reputation to improve, not just a gold digger who clings to a wealthy background to show off her wealth. "The woman's voice was slow and clear, extremely calm, and there was a bit of persuasion, "If you keep doing this, I can't teach you."

Dianyi was taken aback.

Suddenly remembered that at that time she asked Ji Ran to teach her how to be a socialite half in jest, and she never thought that Ji Ran would teach her for real, and after moving to Ji Ran, she left the matter behind.

Unexpectedly, the other party was actually very serious.

Scattered memory fragments began to gather, including Ji Ran asking her about her strengths, leading her to sweep the luxury stores... These are the traces left by Ji Ran's intention to analyze and transform her.

Complicated thoughts churned in my heart, beating my heart heavily.

Dianyi muttered, his voice lowered, "I know I was wrong."

Ok.

Good attitude, fairly sincere.

Ji Ran's expression was as flat as ever: "So, who is the one who owes the shot?"

In the next second, the little woman's soft voice became tense again, "That must be her, Gua Wazi's stepmother."

Ji Ran: "..."

She retracted her previous thoughts.

The one in front of him is just a dead duck with a hard mouth.

There were people coming and going in the bathroom, and after a simple treatment with water, Dianyi quickly dragged Ji Ran home.

Along the way, Dianyi didn't say anything more about this matter, Ji Ran wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when he saw the woman next to him shrunk into a small ball, looking like she was shutting herself up.

Forget it.

Let's talk about it later.

Probably because it was handled properly in the bathroom, the skin was only red with no small blisters, Dianyi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully dipped light brown burn ointment on the wound with a cotton swab and ironed it.

The scald ointment smelled like lard, and as soon as it was opened, the aroma of fat filled the air, and Dianran's stomach grunted cooperatively.

Hearing the sound, Ji Ran couldn't help teasing, "Are you still hungry?"

Dianyi licked her lips and smiled embarrassedly: "A little bit."

Also.

I didn't eat anything after shopping for most of the day. It's normal to be hungry.

Ji Ran looked up at her: "I want to eat something, I'll do it later."

"Then I'm not impolite. Baked gluten fried skewers with pearl milk tea, thank you, love you."

"..."

"Grilled eggplant is also delicious, how about a bunch of grilled sausages?"

You're really welcome.

Just as Jiran had a black line on his forehead, Dianyi threw away the waste cotton swab and walked out of the living room.

After a while, she came back with a takeaway box, one was beef brisket rice with tomato sauce, and the other was salad without salad dressing.

Dianyi found a white porcelain bowl, filled half of it and handed it to Ji Ran, with a hint of reproach in his tone, "What are you doing with your arms all red? Eat takeaway!"

Ji Ran lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the beef brisket rice. The surrounding area was filled with sour and fragrant smell, and the aroma was overflowing.

"I'm also very short on beats. I shouldn't be irritated so easily, I shouldn't be violent when I disagree with a word, and the last thing is to talk to that melon baby." Dianyi focused most of his attention on the wound, and his voice was audible. He was a little distracted, "Of course, I know I was wrong."

In fact, after Jiran said that, Dianyi calmed down.

She was originally a character who couldn't be provoked and would have revenge, and she felt that Yan Xiaoyu was just an insignificant cannon fodder, and she didn't pay attention to it at all, so she was provoked by the other party with a few words, and she got angry.

The classic meaning is a little melancholy.

What Ji Ran said is not wrong at all.

She is the one who has more black fans than iron fans and is fearless.

And it hurt the person in front of him.

Dianyi held the rice in front of Ji Ran, her eyelids drooping slightly, like a peacock trembling, "Of course, you can scold me."

Ji Ran paused, then clapped Dianyi's raised hands, "Don't scold."

The mournful little woman licked the corner of her lower lip, and said weakly: "However, you should scold me, I feel better if you scold me."

"Then you can bear it." Ji Ran glanced at her and said lightly.

"..."

Oh.

I almost forgot, Ji Ran can't coax her temper.

Dianyi gave a low "heh", wrinkled his nose, and muttered, "Does it still hurt?"

Ji Ran: "It's so hot that it doesn't blister, how can it hurt?"

Dianyi's face suddenly collapsed, and she murmured, "It's my fault that I still beep so much... trying to divert my attention."

Ji Ran: "..."

Dare to feel that those fried skewers are here to divert attention.

Looking at Dianyi's bowl of red and green salad again, Ji Ran frowned: "You just eat this?"

"I have to lose weight," Dianyi said with a smile, "But don't you want to reform me, I have to work harder."

effort?

Ji Ran clasped the lunch box with his fingertips, his thoughts drifted a little.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a faint white air between the two of them, only seeing Dianyi's sparkling eyes, and after resting her chin with one hand for a while, she turned her head and asked her, "What else, what else should I do?"

"First of all, you have to throw away your leopard-print white lace fringed skirt." Ji Ran's eyes darkened.

Hmm, makes sense.

She didn't really want to see those dark histories either.

The last time I had to see Su Hong, I was in a hurry, and I only bought a few sets of clothes. When I ran with Ji Ran, I thought the box would not be empty, so I stuffed some clothes from the original owner in.

I wanted to find a time to deal with it, but Ji Ran discovered it.

As it happens, there is an extra high-sounding reason for waste.

"Lost!" Dianyi rolled his eyes, made a pompous gesture of shaking his hands, and then asked, "But what should I wear if I lose it? I don't have any clothes. I can't wear yours, right?"

Ji Ran is half a head taller than her, and has a thinner figure.

Ji Ran seemed a little speechless, and took a while to answer, "Just buy it, I'll swipe the card."

"..."

Dianyi suddenly felt like being taken care of by the domineering president.

"Yo ho, then I will be taken care of by Mr. Ji, how can you be so embarrassing." She leaned over to hold Ji Ran's hand and teased.

"That's the money in your box." Ji Ran withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and sat on the sofa next to him, putting distance between them.

Gee.

It turns out that the bully is always her pawning someone.

Dianyi clicked his tongue, didn't give up, and continued to make friends every day: "Mr. Ji, please teach me a lot in the future."

"Don't call me Teacher Ji, I'm old."

"Ran Ran."

"Don't yell "duplicate", I'm not that familiar."

"..."

What a doll who is not easy to serve.

"What's that called?" Dianyi lay on the sofa, her legs volleying in the air and began to do aerial bicycles.

"Call me sister." Ji Ran's gaze fell on a certain place on the floor, "Counting it all together, I should be a few months older than you."

If you count the age before and after rebirth, it should be several years older, Ji Ran thought to himself.

Dianyi frowned: "Sister?"

Ji Ran nodded slightly, and said yes in a low voice.

"No."

"..."